{obsessive cleaner is obsessive}

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

[wearing an apron and grumbling to himself as he hefts a bag of groceries]

What the fuck is wrong with this place. The streets are nasty, the alleyways are filthy, the sake is rare and the market is useless. There aren't any convenience stores! And there are creepy guys who look like me and there's this weird...thing that eats stuff.

...

I wish Winry-chan and that moron was here, though. Would be good to yell at him...

OKAY. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE AND WHEN I'M GONNA BE GOING HOME.

Comments

[not-a-pony.livejournal.com]

Um...you're stuck here...

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

No no no no no! I refuse to believe that. There's got to be a way out.

[not-a-pony.livejournal.com]

I guess some peoplr find a way out. They disappear and then come back...but how can they leave and we can't?

[girlalfons.livejournal.com]

I......I don't think we're going to be getting home anytime soon.........

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

[blinks]

[stares]

...

Holy shit. Alfons. Since when did you have...
...

...what. The. Hell.

[girlalfons.livejournal.com]

Um...

*She shuffles, awkward.*

Wh-What's wrong?

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

[blushes]

Alfons, you have breasts. What the hell kind of spirit did that to you?

[girlalfons.livejournal.com]

*SQUEAKS!!!!*

I-I-I-I've always had these!

I-I'm a girl, you know...

Even if I look sort of like a boy...

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Who the hell are you calling creepy?

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

GAH IT'S ANOTHER ONE. HOLY FUCK.

You! You weird...doppelganger...thing, you're breaking copyright on my face.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

HEY MAN. MY FACE IS FAR SUPERIOR TO YOURS.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

Like hell. My eyes aren't that far apart. AND MY FACE IS CLEANER.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

OBVIOUSLY YOU, ED.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

...

[spazzes, and look, he's sort of...sparkling]

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Oh. Um. Hello.

You must be a.. um.. another Ed.

(ooc: Is this a Watanuki!Ed that I spy~? )

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Damn it woman.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

I HAVE A NAME.
YOU KNOW IT, USE IT.

[envy-our-honey.livejournal.com]

Whine some more, blondie.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

[envy-our-honey.livejournal.com]

Bitching then.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

ARE YOU PICKING A FIGHT WITH ME.

[xxxholicnoah.livejournal.com]

Calm down, calm down.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

[chibinoa.livejournal.com]

Why are you wearing an apron?

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

[blinks, looks down, and smiles at her, even though she looks horrible similar to Noa-san]

Er...because I'm cooking some things back where I work.